| Hope’s as high, as the sun today | 
| Once around the world, now coming your way | 
| The river runs, down the beggars beach | 
| Claimed the waining moon, now out of reach | 
| The street corner prince, with the pockets of gold | 
| Had a story to sell, but it remained untold | 
| One hand on the fence, that grows ever so high | 
| There the grass is the same, still I want to the other side | 
| Time will tell if I’m the fool, that made the climb and left the pool | 
| People can barely stay afloat, they’re gonna need a bigger boat | 
| Three’s the line, to change a man | 
| To make the sun light up this land | 
| It is not a single fantasy, when from solitude you lead me | 
| To a brand new day, and a different game to play | 
| I’ve been a bleeding heart on feet, spent my nights racing the streets | 
| The endless rain might take a pause, when there’s a reason and a course | 
| On open waters I set sail, to learn where others failed | 
| Part II — The Meaning of Success | 
| Did you fill them pages with a meaning to it all, or did summer turn to fall? | 
| And your TV dinner got burned by shocking news, it left you with the blues | 
| When the evening comes and you’re alone, then it haunts you once again | 
| She’s not a lover, just a friend | 
| There’s a fork in the road, late to work, now you’ll never get a raise | 
| Is that a smile upon your face? | 
| Who are you really gonna be? | 
| Do you know that the apple never falls far from the tree | 
| Hear the whispers in the wind | 
| A change’s gonna come and it might crown you the king | 
| How come people claim they want to live forever | 
| When at work they can’t wait for the day to end? | 
| On friday night you reset, you are drinking to forget | 
| All the worries of the week | 
| Dead men on their feet, they have pulse, but they have no heartbeat | 
| Just a shadow on the street | 
| John Doe of the show, don’t you know that there’s no place left to go | 
| You will always be alone | 
| Will you find your own place in the wheel | 
| Will you do what they want you to, or do just what you feel? | 
| And your wallet holds no thoughts | 
| There goes your freedom, you’ve been bought | 
| I turn the TV on again, the TV is my only friend | 
| Another Hugh Grant remedy, a happy end to set me free | 
| I turned my back on wonderland, I know that kingdom’s made of sand | 
| So here I am a foreign man, without a helping hand | 
| Ghostly figures casting doubt, on all I thought I was about | 
| The laughing stops when I appear, the crowd is all in tears | 
| The forecast tells that summer’s gone | 
| Will I live to see another one? | 
| Or is it just a stupid test, to find the meaning of success | 
| I’m the rumour on your coffee break, I’m your first and last mistake | 
| I’m a poet in a dying world, noone will hear my dying words | 
| I’m the movie that you’ll never rent, I’m the ghost in the machine | 
| I am God, when it goes to hell, when it turns out good I’m not to blame | 
| I’m a drink that’s far too strong, perhaps you’d like another one? | 
| A small part of this life, and the meaning I’ve found | 
| Life goes up and life goes down | 
| Part III — Child Inside the Man | 
| In the shadow of the bitter artist, the voice of reason speaks | 
| Aversion therapy wouldn’t help me to, confront the child inside the man | 
| There ain’t no digits for how many times, a heart can be broken and fixed | 
| Hope’s as high as the sun today | 
| Heard a rumour down at the nightclub, couldn’t help to spread the word | 
| Like fire though a corridor of paper, in print for the morning meal | 
| Suddenly the world’s a little smaller, and all else is larger than life | 
| Don’t leave me hanging upon the ageless door | 
| Up north the trial goes on forever more | 
| I take the flowers away from my grave and I walk the primrose path | 
| Beyond the aftermath | 
| We were ships that passed in the night and the lighthouse guided us home | 
| We won’t end up all alone | 
| I was tilting at windmills, and what you’re losing on the swings | 
| You gain on the roundabouts | 
| I discovered that just round the bend lies the meaning of success | 
| Now this heart can finally rest | 
| Part IV — After All | 
| Talking to myself I no longer speak the truth | 
| I’m not fooling anyone, I never left the pool | 
| I never once did say the words, I never understood the words | 
| But now they’re flowing naturally and I can see them perfectly | 
| I am first to join the fools parade, towards the sunset, lover’s lane | 
| I’m blind but I am unafraid, I’m colors in the shade | 
| The wind that blows away the weight, broken backs now walking straight | 
| Headlong into future dreams, carry me downstream | 
| The pair whose eyes shall never meet, they’re passing strangers in the street | 
| The ties that bind — they’re meant to be, it’s hope that moves their feet | 
| The pawn in black is standing still, survived the turmoil, power of will | 
| The queen that held the heart of men, to be revived again | 
| I turned into a butterfly, spread my wings and learned to fly | 
| The puppet masters fading face, eleven sins to erase | 
| I know who I am gonna be, I fit into a different wheel | 
| Thanks to you I’ll be alright | 
| You’re the other half of the sky | 
| And hope’s as high as the sun today | 
| Once around the world, now coming your way | 
| Every day I’m loving you | 
| In every way I’m loving you | 
| How it grows, the way it shines, it’s keeping me alive | 
| As infinity forms a line, into the love that I define | 
| Every day I’m loving you | 
| In every way I’m loving you | 
| How it shines, beyond belief, brighter than the sun | 
| I am tired of the past, but it feels like this will last… |